Chapter 327 Official Recognition

"I'm really excited!" Tolkien was still talking about it as he sat in the car. He arrived at Blackberry Manor on horseback, and it was obviously too dangerous for him to ride back not too far from the front line. In this matter, Grindelwald had no intention of protecting him, he just said "Have a safe trip". Zhao Mai remained calm and just invited him to get in his car.

"Your car is magical. It's so much bigger inside than outside!" Tolkien had obviously generated an explanation for everything in his mind, which greatly saved Zhao Mai's tongue.

"This is Aduo, my driver, and that is the maid Duojian." Zhao Mai introduced, "But most of the time I like to drive by myself."

"It's a pleasure to meet you. You have a polite and excellent master. He really doesn't look like the Easterners I know." Tolkien said: "In my impression..."

"I think you'd better not talk about this topic. You just need to know that I am different from the Chinese people you have in mind now. To some extent, I have to say that I am a century ahead of them." Zhao Mai doesn't want to touch it. To touch this topic, he had to temporarily cut off his connection with the motherland, especially after 1919, otherwise he might attract the attention of the detached people, and the old man reminded him of this many times.

"Okay, I respect your wishes." Tolkien felt that he couldn't see enough, couldn't figure it out, and couldn't figure it out. "Magic, magic," he muttered. "Can you imagine, there is a magic school in England and I can go there!"

"As far as I know, it is for the enlightenment of magician children. We are both in our twenties. Don't you feel embarrassed?"

"Yes, but don't we still have you?" Tolkien said with a smile: "The embarrassment is really nothing. You may not know that now is the most relaxing day for me since the winter of 2016."

"Ah, the Battle of the Somme." Zhao Mai nodded: "Most of your good friends died there. It must be terrible."

"I remember when we went there we were shouting, 'Mom, be proud of me.' But my friend died screaming, not proud of me, just wanting to go home. I was with six of my best friends. Yes, three died on the battlefield and one died in the hospital. The other one and I returned to England, but part of each of us died on the Somme." Tolkien stopped here. When he got down, he took out a pipe from his arms and put it directly in his mouth without lighting it. "Broken arms and legs can still be fitted with prostheses. What about disabled souls? After all, there are no prosthetics for souls! My friend wants to escape from this terrible world. He has already pointed his gun at it three times. I have gone through my own experience, once in my mouth, once in my temples, and once in my heart. The only thing that kept him from pulling the trigger was that he was worried that if I lived alone in this world, I would be more miserable and lonely than him. I hope that magic can only be magic. Only then can we replenish our souls and allow us to regain our original peace.”

"Are you married?"

"Of course, I was married before I joined the Army, to Edith, who I loved so much, and I think she was the spirit in my life, the only reason I didn't pull a gun on myself like my best friend did. You know what Elf?"

"Probably..." Zhao Mai considered that in the current era, especially when the terms elves, dwarves, and orcs, which are familiar to later generations, have not yet been given great meaning by Tolkien, he could only nod and explained: "I can tell what the word means by the tone of your voice."

"This is a very good talent." Tolkien said: "I admit that the gains in love saved me, but no matter how strong the arms are, they cannot make up for the disability of the legs. An accurate grasp does not mean a firm stand."

"Can magic be different?" Although Zhao Mai didn't want to pour cold water on him, he still had to pave the way for him. Even with magic, we are still human beings, and we will still experience the pain and suffering that humans have to endure.

"It's magic after all, it's different, right?" Tolkien said, "What could be better than getting a chance again?"

Sometimes it is better not to feel despair a second time than to get another chance - this idea is a bit too pessimistic, so Zhao Mai will definitely not say it. He looked at the road ahead and said to Tolkien: "Okay, our goals are Hogwarts and magic, but how do we get there? I arrived at Blackberry Manor because I was lost, but I don't know how to get to England. .”

"Turn left at the intersection in front and go to the military camp first." Tolkien said: "I was originally retired, but I applied for the status of a frontline clerk - I think my advantage of being able to write something is still useful. There. I know the commander, so I put the camp there. You definitely can’t go to the UK like this, you will most likely be regarded as a spy!”

"Can you handle my identity problem?"

"I can't, but George V can. It can be printed on paper or gold." Tolkien said: "The franc is also okay. The ruble was also okay, but you also know that what happened there at the end of last year There was a riot and the Tsar was overthrown.”

"It's a revolution, not a riot." Zhao Mai corrected.

"Just in terms of the economic impact, there is no difference between the two words."

"I have neither pounds nor francs, but I have gems and gold." Zhao Mai smiled, and Tolkien also laughed. These things are actually better.

Zhao Mai drove into the camp of the British and French coalition forces and was immediately welcomed. In Tolkien's description, he was "a troubled prince from an ancient mysterious family in the East, who met by chance on the edge of the battlefield. Because of Tolkien's language talent, the two finally established a connection, and were invited by him to the great Great Britain. Go visit.”

I really want to roll my eyes at him. How could anyone believe this kind of story? But Zhao Mai forgot that this was in 1918, and there was still a market for this kind of story. Moreover, Tolkien was a (future) master of fantasy literature, and his descriptions were quickly "officially recognized." After Zhao Mai proved his wealth, especially taking out exotic jewelry (to all people on earth) and giving them to the army generously, all his troubles were solved.

Letters of introduction, signatures and legionary stamps were the best passports of the era, and there were no photographs on them - no one would have the luxury of having everyone's photo taken and printed on the certificate, and that would take many years to achieve.

However, Zhao Mai discovered that the most popular person was always the silent Duo Ji'an, never himself. He was suspected of not knowing English or French, or any language of the civilized world, which was both a bad thing and a good thing, at least it avoided many unnecessary cross-examinations. Tolkien's higher education and his former status as a soldier made him very comfortable in the military camp, not to mention that the commander here had served in the same regiment as him and was considered a "comrade-in-arms he had never met." As long as Tolkien guarantees that "Mac Dragon Roar" is not a spy, then he is not a spy.

Besides, who would let an oriental face work as a spy in Europe?